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Best Poems From
MARTIN LOCHNER
(28 April 1978)
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Stonewall Jackson Shares his smokes
Tense pull on the filter
Crisp crackling sounds
Of paper leave
Burns red at the tip
Pulse signals of dimming brights
Black stained stub falls
To the ground
And the general says
Smoke em boys
Martin Lochner
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Sweet Madonna Preserve
please dismiss me from the duty to love you
release me from the complexity of togetherness
be silent and keep your untouchable distance
let painted dreams fill the jewelled blanks of a rare
appreciation to preserve my meditations
cover the shoulders, dress yourself sweetly
and take your leave from my cunning bed and sheets
real rapture burns only to ecstatically adore you
Martin Lochner
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Sweet Sound Samadhi
eclectic mixer of Chan and Vedanta
the prayer wheel wobbles
on its wooden axis as it turns
the oak sound drones and
takes me far away
i float over
a new york street poet slamming
his rhyme between 12th and 13th
a tibetan monk hitting a gong vibrating
rippling up enchanting himalayas
a hymn delighting in Angola
a labour filled ditch axing away landmine
pot holes
in Bombay an old ash covered yogi
erfectly reciting sankrit sutras till
his eyes turn white in its sockets
somewhere in greece or maybe syria
The mandolin plays, a zither supports
and the lyre rips inside my tears
the prayer wheel wobbles
on its wooden axis as it turns
the silence returns and music is all around
Martin Lochner
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Taking Interest
Taking interest
a couple with Bermudas and moccasins
describes the beauty with disinterest
painting the ocean and the sky
with references of vogue sunny blue
The waiter in brilliant white served wine
and was etched against the cloudless, glimmering blue
describing in stylish disinterest
the preparation of blue succulent oyster
the couple missing each others eyes and smiles
was laughing with a breezy indifference
as the high tide was rising
and the clouds pulled in from the mountain
The waves thundered, crashing
into blue, mute blocks of rock
the sky turned black as the tossing sea
He said something in the noise
that made her cry
shyly looking around he saw me
taking interest
Martin Lochner
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